My City Lyrics by Common Sense

My City Lyrics

    This the city of Chicago
    The state of confusion
    The style I'm using is free
    Or at least it would be if my mind was
    Peep I'm behind cause
    I didn't handle my function while in high school
    Although I was cool
    The hood I live in ain't that proper
    Cause a cop a stop ya
    And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty
    I'm not filthy
    Nor am I rich
    Ain't that a bitch
    Like life is
    Not your wife is
    See that your better halve
    Do your math
    And peep that two halves make a whole
    And all I have to hold
    Is my self pride
    So these streets I strive
    Like a Black Panther
    Asking can the
    situation get much worst
    All I do is try to appeal to the masses
    As the phrase keep it real passes
    The teeth of too many phoney individuals
    Snakes, that smooth like criminals
    They create chemicals
    That the Earth hate
    Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate
    I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth wait
    Or at least my weight in precious gems
    So I'm steadily steadly steadly
    Trying to lose my religion, like R E M
    Created in His own image so are we him?
    And through all this crises
    Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is
    Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds
    Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
    And Stone run it
    Hunted by police for display in state vile cages
    Come out to make minimum wages
    And with a desiese that are contagious
    It is fucking outrages
    The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up
    But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up
    And Stock up on do for self knowledge
    A brother couldn't afford to go to collage
    So I had to learn form the school of hard knock
    On the hard blocks of the Chi
    Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks
    As my liver soaks
    In mad Hennesy
    Cause I got a bad tendency
    To do a lot of drinking
    Now I do a lot of thinking
    Blinking, was your third eye
    When you heard I
    was one of the chosen one
    Industry doors keep closing
    (sing) Watch the closing doors
    Niggas want a record deal
    But can they deal with a record?
    Cause once they get rich
    They tend to switch
    Like a sissy
    Please miss me
    With all that bullshit you popping
    This knowledge I'm gonna keep dropping
    Even if you had one of them red octagon
    Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?
    I say by breathing oxygen

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